Inmates The Good Life
When you said yo[D]u loved me, did you really love me or did the[Bm] words just
[Bb]spill out like drool on[A] my pillow. ‚[D]??Cause I was naked when yo[Bm]u said those
words, but I felt cov[Bb]ered in your whispered[A] worship.
And as you[G] passed out fast on my [D]shoulder, I i[G]magined a child [Bm]waiting so sad
and still for his mom to [Bb]arrive.
[D]Did she leave you an orphan, [A]in that big, brown leather chair?
[Bb]Said, ‚?? Don‚??t you move a muscle, ki[G]d, I‚??ll be back in twenty years,‚??
[D]You were scared, you were lonely, [A]but you must‚??ve been aware;
[Bb]life is a series of calluses, [G]this is just another layer.
[Bm]So, build‚??em up, tough it out,[Bb] yeah, that‚??s your skin ‚?? don‚??t let anyone
[D]When I said I loved you, it was because [Bm]I loved you. When I said I neede[Bb]d
you, well, I really nee[A]d you. Y[D]eah, I guess you hurt me, for once you‚??re a
[Bm]man of your words. Well, guess wha[Bb]t ‚?? I‚??m leaving ‚?? I can‚??t [A]be your prisoner.
I can't be your p[G]risoner-I[D] won‚??t, I can't be you[G]r prisoner[D]-I won't